Green Acres

GWritten May 26, 2017

I love to read. I ecspecially love to read when someone writes something great.  That is raw, and deep and makes you feel exactly like what it is meant to make you feel.  I’ve always felt like I'm not articulate. I have all these thoughts (too many thoughts) and I have a hard time expressing them.  Putting into words the things swirling around in my head.  But I guess the only way to get better is by practicing.  So im going to start journaling.  Just randomly. When ever i think about it, and whatever comes to my mind at the moment.  

When we first moved into our house, Mason drew a design of what he wanted to do with our yard.  In it included, a silo, a separate garage, a vegetable garden area, fruit trees, a basketball court, fire pit and more than enough grass to play what ever sport the boys may be into. 

I thought his ideas were awesome. But honestly I thought they were just dreams. Fun to think about, and hope for but probably wouldn't happen.  After five years his design and dream have pretty much happened.  And its SO magical.  I find myself just wanting to be out there.  Not really for any particular reason… just to fiddle. Water the plants, pull a few weeds, check for buds on the fruit trees, check on the size and state of the vegetable plants, sticking my fingers in the soil of the planter boxes to make sure its not too dry. Sometimes I just like to stand there and admire it all. I guess theres something about planting, nourishing, and growing something that makes me excited. I’ve been trying to think of a name for our little slice of heaven here.  Green Acres is what we’ve come up with.  We’ll see if it sticks.